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Well… insanity has run rampant in my life… I need not get into it here. I rarely have time to be on this infernal machine for pleasure ( not like that, you sick fools… ) so I don’t get much socializing, writing or posting anymore. Myabe that’s a good thing. I do miss writing though, and whipped up a special piece just for all y’all.

It does involve my dog, so if you aren’t interested in seeing a goofy LOLdog story about Cash and one of his new favorite past times, you can go read Billy’s Blog. Or… you know… THE NEWS. ‘Cause yeah- THE NEWS is just so much more fun.

losers.

Okay. So- Halloween Hit me like a freight train. With work to do, and a party to throw, and sugar skuls for the Dia De Los Muertos altar to whip out of thin fuckign air… yea… SO NOT PREPARED. Which meant that rather than carving TWO pumpkins like I sually do, I only got to do one. Which meant one massive pumpkin was sitting around my home, taking up space and potentially threatening to mold.

A couple of weeks ago I saw a picture sequence of a Pit Bull “Carving” a pumpkin. The little guy made scarpe marks and it was cute. I looked at the photos and thought “Destructo-Dog here will do much Better- or worse-or whatever.”

So, todat- with Labor Day off from work for me to do my will in my still-Halloween-Decorated home ( I’ll take it all down today, I SWEAR)… I decided to spend some time with the dog… and a pumpkin.

*apologize in advance for the weord quality- cellphones are awesome but their pictures rarely are.*

Ohh! Teh mess I maeks! Pumpkin guts and seedies and rind all overs teh yard! I not care- I no has to clean up! Just Bite-Tear-Spit Out! Dis is teh best noms EVER!

I loves tis Noms! I picks it up when Mumies gets too close- and runs off to be alone with my awesome Noms! But I ‘s getting so tired of dis Bite-Tear-Spit out thing. Not TIRED like bored… but my mouf is so TIRED!

Mumies takes a pix of my piece of artwork. So nuanced, so fresh and bold! I mean…. dats what teh artist-people say when they sees this. And den they pets me. And maybe some treats… And den some bummy skritches… oh yeah…

I got back Sunday night, recuperated all Monday and had to hop on the crazy-mad project that is recreating ALL the product images for all the items we carry at RMCD… That’s a LOT of images. We’re probably nearing 5000 products. Battening of the Hatches ensued.

Anyway.

I have some images. And some things to remember when you camp.

As dutifully shown here- do NOT take pictures of people AS SOON AS THEY LEAVE THEIR TENT… especially before they have had their morning caffeine. ESPECIALLY when camping. That picture could have been way nicer if I was given a few minutes… but I look like I just rolled off a park bench. I don’t even think I have a bra on there. Thanks Dad.

When someone offers you sunblock, put it on. Don’t think it will make a clever picture, becuase while it will, it also means you may very well be getting burnt. Which I did. Which I am paying for. Bright Sun+ fair irish skin= sunburn followed by extensive peeling. yuck.

Since there is no TV, bring stuff to do. otherwise you’ll be trying to make fire With your bare hands ( we tried) feeding stray rodents ( we did, at risk of THE PLAGUE!) and generally annoying the crap out of your campmates. Here we can see the tools of our entertainment- booze, liars’ dice and cards. Everytime someone lost a game (we even played speed and crazy eights!) the loser had to shoot.

Also- bring shot glasses. There is a REASON bartenders aren’t allowed to drink on the job.

Bring a hammock. Your sore-from-sleeping-on-the-ground back will thank you for it. See- Doesn’t that just look fuckin’ AWESOME?! Yeah. And beer. That ice chest is full of beer. he didn’t move for 2 hours.

Keep your food put away. Ice chests, trunks of cars, whatever. Little plague-carrying shits had NO shame. They stole food from MY DOG, while he was laying two feet from his bowl! Little shits. Couldn’t even wait for us to open the peanut bag- ripped a hole right in it. Fucking chipmunks. and Stellar’s Jays can kiss my ass too. Fucking foul-mouthed bastards waking me up like a damn alarm clock with all that screaming…

When you want your dad to stop talking to you about how he doesn’t want some n***** in office and all the Mexicans need to go home ( while Rudy stands slackjawed and laughing), put your head in a book and pretend you’re so involved in reading you CAN’T EVEN HEAR HIM. That shuts him up real fast. Crazy old man.

And go for a hike. Hide for a while. That’s why you came out here, isn’t it? Enjoy the silence.

Cash got into a heated battle with a golden retriever he knows at the dog park yesterday. Wasn’t just a short squabble. What seemed like regular horseplay escalated in mere seconds- we both didn’t spot the signs until it was too late. But to be honest, we really wanted our dogs to just get along and we should have recognized signs and taken our dogs apart before it got too far.

From what the owner tells me, her dog is actually much better off than Cash is- just a puncture in an armpit and on the neck. Cash has multiple punctures on and around his face.

A vet tech happened to be there at the time and told us both to just keep the wound sites clean and apply neosporin and they should be fine. But she didn’t get to see the one behind his ear or on his neck – we didn’t find thouse until a second, less adrenaline-fueled check-over at home as we were cleaning him.

So we’re going to the vet to see if he needs stitches. We think he might- not only that but we really want to avoid any scarring on the face- it’s bad enough he got into a fight, we don’t need daily reminders.

What I am trying to wrap my brain around was… could this have been prevented? Part of me says no.
But part of me says I should have known better. Cash is a PIT BULL! Maybe the media is right and I have a killing machine for my best friend.

Am I just being naiive and pretending that Cash is the same as any other dog?
Or do I really need to treat him like a super-max prisoner and never let him around other dogs again?
Is he really a “loaded gun”?
What is this going to do to his reaction with other dogs?
Will he never be able to go to the dog park again?

I mean- I guess it’s true that if Cash really wanted to, he could have torn Bailey apart.
But he didn’t.
So that says volumes for his personality and training. Right?

Still- there’s this black cloud over my head and I’m wondering if it will ever go away.

I’m really fuckin’ bent out of shape at the moment- at things beyond my control.

Well- they’re within control, but it’s hard to manage a situations when those that need managing refuse to heed good intentions and best-laid plans.

So USUALLY this is when I write a Music blog, but as I am listening to Iron Maiden, I can’t just very well write about them AGAIN. I mean, I could… but that could just bore everyone into disappearing. let’s just avoid that from happening, okies?

So! Other than that Sitch-a-mation, I will try and think about other things.

Like the fact that I WENT CAMPING! It was a short trip, only a couple of days, and was local- Coyote Lake. I will have to say, it could have been a LOT WORSE than it was. More people were invited than two sites could accomodate, the person that booked the sites neglected to recognize that they were RV sites and we were tent-camping, and had picked partial-shade sites… Partial Shade in TEN YEARS, as the trees in the area were just planted. Not to mention a Lake that no one could swim in.

However, as stated, I had an okay time. The fact that I had this-

-Made it quite bearable. He was a really good boy- no squabbles, no problems! The first night with him in a tent was a struggle, ’cause he coudn’t find the perfect place to sleep, so he kept moving. But the next night- after a day of walks and running and swimming (as pictured here!) he was a tired little man and slept like a rock. I fussed over him and fed him and took care of him. He was simply amazing.

On the way back from Camping, I got a call from the Optometrist- my glasses were in.

I used my Surplus check to purchase a new pair of glasses since my precription had changed… my eyes are apparently getting worse. It’s pretty bad as is- I’m not legal to drive with out corrective lenses- but it is kind of scary that my eyes are still deteriorating. Nevertheless… I got some pretty neat frames- they are Converse frames with Starsa on the stems, and I feel so sophisticated! lemme show you.

So, I’ll very well possibly be sporting my specs more often. The Camping trip with contacts was just a major pain- has always been. I do LOVE having contacts, though- so I’ll probably just be regularly swaping from glasses to lenses more often… neato-beeto.

And Lastly- the SUMMER MEGAPARTY has Begun! I’m really excited about Matty writing more- a whole two and a half months of DAILY pieces. Sooo cool! Today he wrote about Otter Pops! Yummie.

However… WaiterBot showed up in a couple of the pictures.

Which means…

*gulp*

Box 23 is alive and afoot.

Not COOL.

I mean, it’s cool, but it’s just that…well, As interesting and brain-wracking Box 23 projects are, they scare me really bad too. I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s the way its presented- as sneaking around and deciphering thigs that are “meant” to be hidden. Like… it’s just better to leave it alone, than to dig too deep. It could just be me- If I start something like this- I get too deep-I get obsessed- and my brain goes to hell in a handbasket. I tell ya I was drawing Hssxlllo all over the place last Christmas… and last Easter considering there was a small amount of Box 23 action around then too.

Anyway…

This is hwta I have for now. I’ll hopefully have some more interesting writtings to entertain you with in the next blogie post, but for right now, I’m in crap up to mk knees and need to pull my waders up a little higher. than usual.

From The PilverHere are the rules: 1) Link back to the person who tagged you. 2) Post the rules on your blog. 3) Write six things about yourself. 4) Tag six people at the end of your post by posting links to their blog sites. 5) Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their site. 6) And let your tagger know when your entry is up.

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1. I saw Iron Man this weekend. And I never really liked Robert Downey Jr. before-he’s gott a goofy looking face and then with all of his…issues… meh. Passable. But this Tony Stark guy is a badass. I think it’s the facial hair- or that asshole confidence. I’d love to be his Pepper Potts. Except… I’ll wear a lot of black and rock Iron Maiden.

2. I adore my dog. Cash is my little boy. I always want to express how much I adore him, how I wish I could take him everywhere. For right now, this little Pit Bull is the closest I am to having a child- and I wish people could see that. Cash is the Light of my Life. My life revolves around him and his happiness. I would do anything for him, given the resources. But right now, I am giving him the best life I can. I’m not happy with it. But its the best I can do right now, and I hope he knows that.

3. I don’t know if I ever told any of all y’all… but I have an amazing mental catalogue of wine, beer and spirits in my head. I spent over 2 years employed at BevMo, which is a mid-range liquor store based in California, that prides itself on the knowledge of its employees. I was a head clerk- think shift leader- and would spend quite a bit of my working time reading, learning and mentally cataloguing information about a variety of wine and spirits. They also sent me to classes and wine tastings to learn about the products I was selling. Talk about an education!

4. Did anyone here know that I can draw? I try and cover it up- in my real life I’m chased to draw tattoos and logos and all that stuff for people who have no interest in paying me. I’ve been approached to draw flash AND learn how to handle a tattoo gun on more than one occasion, but have yet to actually attempt either offer. Has a lot to do with the fellow offering is my BF’s pal and Rudy knows the ups and downs of mixing business and personal relationships- and discourages it.

5. I need to write up another Metal entry. I haven’t thought about it in a while since I’ve been pretty busy at work, but I’ve been trying to decide who. Motorhead REALLY deserves one, but I just wore them out last month on the CD Player so I should wait until the Taste cycles again. I’ve also been listening to Psychobilly stuff as of late and think a Nekromantix write up could be more than appropriate. I’m sure one will come up soon, but of who? Yo No Se.

6. I am bad at Numbers. Seriously. Like… I switch and reverse and mash numbers together. And fucking FORGET math. I am SO glad we can check our bank accounts online and some machine adds for me- cause I couldn’t do it. I mean- Math is the reason I went to art school. I wanted to be an astronaut. I wanted to be an archaeologist. I wanted to be a Coroner, before wanting to be a Coroner was cool. And why didn’t I do that? Cause all that shit required math. You’re lookin’ at the girl who took 3 years to pass ALGEBRA, and only passed with the help of a meathead jock who would turn around after every lesson and say “Okay. What DID you understand?”

By the way, I keep scrolling up to that Tony Stark picture and sighing.

I feel… uhm. Like the title says. Everything aches. EV-ER-EE-THING. My left knee is throbbing in a way it hasn’t in years. My head is like… is it possible to feel as heavy as a rock and full of helium? Cause that’s how it feels. And I won’t say that I have muscles that I didn’t know I had ache, ’cause I took Anatomy and have a good grasp of the human body. But I didn’t know that my body could ache ALL OVER, ALL AT ONCE.

And it’s not just ’cause of St. Patricks- a full 8 hr shift of waiting on folks in one of the busiest days of the year. It’s a big factor, but not the defining factor. It’s a mad combination of a little less sleep in order to wake up earlier, healthy abuse and proper regimens that are all adding up in one big spectacular corporeal car-crash that is my ailing, unhealthy self.

I started jogging, for one. It was kind of for me, but for Cash too. I know I’m never going to have the svelte size-5 figure I had in high school. But I don’t want to succumb to my genes and be like my mum- never shake 4 babies’ worth of baby weight and have to have knee replacement surgery before I retire – though my knee is beginning to look that way anyway, but whatever.

And well, Cash is a big boy and needs exercise in order to be a good, happy dog. The two 1-mile walks a day combined with daily fetching and play sessions were just not getting all that extra energy out and he was becoming destructive and disobedient. So, now that the weather has gotten nicer, we have taken to the idea of hiking and Cash (and us!) enjoy it. And the 1-mile run in the morning combined with a 1-mile walk in the afternoon integrated with training sessions ( he just learned to rollover!) are making Cash a calm, well-adjusted dog. I love it. And it makes me feel good.

I want to jog more, but right now, I’ve only been jogging 1 mile a day at least 4 days a week. It’s not much, but I don’t feel physically able to push myself too far right now. I eat healthy, but don’t physically FEEL healthy. I sit in front of a computer for a living so I need to begin some kind of lifestyle change and I learned from my past experiences that throwing myself into a full-on involved regimen makes me HATE it, which makes it simply useless. Slow and Steady. Not hard, no threats.

So- all of that, combined with coming off that Cold that knocked me on my ass after that dastardly Vegas trip, combined with Moving around our living room this weekend has just knocked me down and out. Not so much that I can’t work, but good GOD- now I know how a zombe lives. Or… whatever.

By the way- Will-Billy…

It depends on whether people knew if they could FLY before they lost the ability to do so. If people knew they could fly before and can’t now, they’d be Wingless Flies. If they NEVER FLEW, then Evolution would have seen fit to give them a different exoskeleton, and therefore the name of FLY would have never existed for them. They’d be a freaky-ass beetle or something.

* obviously my Cat wicket died. I posted that wednesday morning. I struggled through both jobs that day, being sent home early from the pub becuase I was told I looked distracted- which I responded to by crying. Real mature.

*Thursday I was a bit better. I had a project due on monday so I was battening down the hatches fo sho. We buried my cat that day and went shopping for kitten food and discussed what we should do. We have decided we are going to get another cat, but we are not sure when. Probably in 8 weeks or so. ( see monday… )

* Friday was a regular day at work, though still the insanity of the getting the project done. We went to dinner at my compadre’s house. I took an oreo pie that was a TOTAL hit. People got drunk, except for me- the wear of the week hit me good and I fell asleep at about midnight. We finally went home at about 2 am.

* Saturday was mostly spent out of the house. We repaired our dented rim and got new tires all round, then went to the Raiders game. My First Raiders Game. My first FOoTBALL game. Cause highschool doesn’t count. They won. *dances*

* Sunday we went to Abuelita’s ranch, where we had gorditas and taquitos and drank and talked, Cash in tow. He really liked riding on the golf cart. So much he pushed one of the kids off to ride. Silly dog. I then went home and worked like a fiend for 5 hours on that Bedding project. Killed it. fuckin’sweeeeeeet.

*Monday, started the same ol’, same ol’. Till I got to work and saw Stinky in the closet near my station. WITH KITTENS. She dropped her litter on monday. One looks like racecar, one’s a tabby with a blended white mask, and one’s black with a spot on his chest. I’m guessing I’ll have the pickof the litter… but I need to get to know them before I decide who- probably not the tuxedo fellow- looks too much like racecar.

And that’s that, so far. Sorry for not being controversial or deep. I’m kind of work out due to this bedding project. Maybe later. Tomorrow. Or not. Dunno.

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This blog is about my take on the life that this world has deemed to give me. Sometimes its teh hawtness. Sometimes, esh caca. I write all about it- and rarely pause to form decent grammatical sentences. Or even if it MAKES sense.
enjoy.